This Could Be Rotterdam or Anywhere
When Dobson’s holding two pair
this could be Rotterdam or anywhere -
say Manchester in the High Peak,
so to speak.
And all that he is
and all that he teach,
and all that he loved,
and all that he give,
put him somewhat out of reach –
because she's gotta hold allusions
or it’s all confusion
and the lunatic is in your head.
So, after all that tolling
on the iron bell,
he might prefer to kick back,
rather than scrambling to pack,
make the bus, catch the train,
mocking up those kaleidoscopic strains
of On The Run -
rest a little, see his little one
who is little no more – but like a son –
and just breathe, breathe in the air.
And Dobson, after all,
is only ordinary men –
and they sold some 50 million.
You’d like to give a bit of it away
in clues, but what's the use, he say:
if you didn’t hear it by now,
if it didn’t permeate, infiltrate –
well, this could be Rotterdam or anywhere,
and there’s more time to stand and stare
than maybe you’d care
to think.

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